| Rain pours down on the small cottage in the forest |
| Wind rattles the windows |
| Three rooms, a kitchen and a garden with potatoes and carrots |
| In the morning Lisa awakens in a scent of yesterday’s meal |
| Does anybody wonder how does Lisa feel |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone |
| The steam of the bread rises up from the small chimney |
| Lisa has pale thin skin, black hair, |
| A brown, knee-length dress cover her tired and meek body |
| The worm fingers are black from the oven |
| and the palms are witheres by the garden. |
| Does anybody wonder how does Lisa feel |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone |
| Lisa cooks, cleans, potters, around, sleeps and cries. |
| Nobody knows she exists, only the wind enters her house. |
| Lisa is alone, must thst be or where does belong is Lisa’s world? |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know |
| I don’t know |
| I don’t know |
| I don’t know |
| I don’t know |
| I don’t know |